Cannes to Oslo

Cannes was a bliss. I did nothing but catching up with A, long walks on the sunny beach, window shopping (too skint to actually shop in Vuitton), getting a new haircut (I am still wondering if it wasn't a mistake, seing the result is very close to the haircut I got rid of at the beginning of the nineties), watching the first season of Lost, and smoking pot on the balcony with A and his friends.
My idea of a holiday. Of a well needed break.


Still, on Friday morning, again for work related reasons, I had to fly to Oslo.
After spending the first flight to Copenhagen thinking I was going to die with my fellow passengers, and looking for an island by the window (bad luck, it was the Alps!) because of way too many turbulences than required -I know I shouldn't have watched Lost the night before- I very classily threw up in a plastic bag on the second flight.



But when we landed, what a change from Cannes and Nice!
There are no thermometers around, and I think it's a state decision to avoid mass suicids amoung Norwegians.
It's so cold that if you go out for a cigarette, you can rest assured that your two fingers holding the fag will stay in the same position until you next need one. Useful.
I am sporting not one, not two, but four big bruises on my ass because of the number of times I landed on it thanks to the black ice.
Yesterday, with some collegues, we were trying to work out how many hours of daylight the Norwegians could claim to have everyday, and we came to the conclusion it didn't go past 4 hours a day.
And I am sharing a room in a hostel with the largest German girl I've ever met, whose number of decibels she produces while snoring, I swear, is proportional to her size.


Still, I am enjoying it a lot. Today is my last day here before I fly back to London tomorrow (YEY!), I don't have to work, and I woke up this morning to find it had snowed a tremendous amount during my sleep.
I am probably going to bring home the biggest cold ever, since my inner child, faced with that much snow this morning, couldn't help but have a snowball fight with a friend of mine who's staying here as well. All on the way to breakfast, before the sun rose, and still in PJs.

I am coughing already.
But it is still early in the morning, and I first went online to work out which kind of tourism I shoud do today...